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Prelude.
Well, this was interesting. Fiona Glenanne looked sideways through her hair, halfway through her thirty-fourth sit-up. Agent Pearce had been standing, leaning against the bars of the cell across from her, watching her carefully for about the last ten minutes. Fi pressed on with her routine, knowing she had another hundred sit-ups to go at least, and then she would practice some yoga to clear her mind and help her sanity. At least, that's what she would tell herself, while effectively shredding a few hours of her newly drab lifestyle.
"Miss Glenanne," Pierce finally ground out, three and a half minutes later. "I need to speak with you."
A snort escaped the prisoner. "Ha. You know, I've been here for three months now, God only knows what Anson Fullerton is up to, and no one bothered to fill me in on if Michael actually did what I intended for him to do and told your people what the hell has been going on!" The end of this outburst became louder than the beginning, and more punctuated. "And now," She continued, pointing accusingly at the agent across from her, "You want to talk to me, because either you don't think Michael's telling the truth, or you have nothing left to go on."
Danielle pierce shifted slightly. She was good, Dani would give her that. But this wasn't about who was right or wrong right now. She had a job to do. "The agency wants to debrief you," She phrased carefully.
"Bullshit."
"Call it what you want, and quite frankly I'm not thrilled about this arrangement either." Pierce paused. "But we know you didn't do what you surrendered for, and we're working with the British to sweep it under the rug so you can go."
The Irish woman's breath caught. "Y-you're going to let me go?"
"It isn't up to me," Dani countered with a shake of her head. "I know Raines, and he's going to expect something in return for this leap of faith. We all know why you surrendered, and to be honest, for someone who is so adamantly against The Agency, you keep sending him back to us, trying to get in."
"Michael is a a stubborn man. When he wants something, there is nothing you can do to keep him from it."
Danielle Pearce smirked. That much she had learned to be true. She motioned to the guard, who unlocked the cell, but placed both handcuffs and ankle chains to the smaller woman.
Together, they walked slowly toward the ward's exit, where Pierce produced a bag for her prisoner's head.
"You can't be serious." If it weren't for the cuffs, Fiona's hands would be at her hips, though the incredulous look on her face couldn't be missed.
"I am." Pearce carefully placed the bag over Fi's head. "You're still considered an international threat, and a terrorist. It's just for right now." Dani took a firm, but non-painful grip onto Fi's elbow, and guided her to the outside.
Bag on her head or not, Fiona couldn't deny how great being in the sun was, even if the climate told her she was definitely not in Miami.
OOOOOOOOO
Six months later...
Six months later, Fiona Glenanne was in the Netherlands.
Six weeks later there was a shootout, on a train, in the Netherlands.
Eighteen hours after that, Michael Westen received a phone call.
"Yeah."
"Michael. It's Raines."
"Yeah?"
"I'm calling off our meeting today. Is Axe there?"
There was a distinct pause, followed by a slight bit of feedback. Raines could tell Michael was speaking to the man in question.
"Why?"
"Put Axe on."
Another pause, then the breathing on the opposite end changed, getting a touch heavier.
"Ye-ah?"
"I've got bad news, and I think you need to be the one to tell him this."
Sam's face changed, and instantly Michael's eyes met his. Sam put a hand up, and his eyes hardened, eyebrows knit closer together. Focused.
"Well, spit it out, we don't got all day!"
Knowing his buddy's hearing would pick it up anyway, Sam hit the speaker button on the phone at the last second.
Raines sighed. "Fiona Glenanne is dead."
The cell phone fell to the floor, and it was all Sam could do to grab is pal Mikey before he hit the floor, too.